This story is purely fiction. I hope you enjoy it and my other stories that I have written. I appreciate comments and an occasional suggestion.
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I had just been given the news by the trainer. Apparently, I had two bruised ribs and would be out of action for at least three weeks. Suddenly, The Hurricane ran past me, the Hardcore Title bouncing over his shoulder as he went. I quickly took a peek outside and saw Christian and Chris Jericho in hot pursuit of him. As soon as Christian neared the door I stuck my arm out and clotheslined him, but as soon as I stepped out Jericho went for my injured ribs with a kendo stick. I felt a great pain in my right side as my ribs started to hurt worse, maybe I had broken them. I turned around, facing away from Jericho, and saw that Hurricane was standing there in the hall.
"Get the hell outta here." I yelled and with that Hurricane disappeared, while Jericho (and now with Christian's help) kept on pummeling me. A cameraman stood nearby and recorded everything. Suddenly, out of nowhere Hurricane and Rob Van Dam appeared scaring Christian and Jericho away. After they were gone I was still lying on the floor holding my injured ribs Hurricane and RVD were hovering over me.
The trainer rushed out and as soon as he moved my arms, he came to the same conclusion that I had, my ribs were broken, but neither of us knew how many. Medics arrived soon and wheeled me off to the hospital where the doctors told me that I had broken both ribs and a couple that had been bruised before as well as getting a few new bruised ones. They told me that I would be out of action for at least a month maybe two depending on how resilient I was, even though I had to fight The Undertaker in less than two weeks.
A few minutes later Vince himself arrived and came in to check up on me, I told him this month's pay per view would need a new main event.
Vince asked, "Is there anything that I can do."
"Yeah," I replied. "Get a cameraman up here, I have a message for The Undertaker to record."
"What do you mean?" He asked.
"I'm gonna forfeit my title to him." Vince just looked shocked. He started to say something, but I interrupted him, "Trust me Vince, I think that in the long run we can turn this into a positive." He just nodded. "My belts are in my locker room." So half an hour later I turned the title over to The Undertaker and told Vince that I was gonna take three months off just to be on the safe side and I wanted a little vacation for myself. After I had recorded the message, Vince said to me, "Wayne, you know how I love unexpected angles, but not angles that jeopardize my plans for a great match." All I could do was nod.
Two weeks later while resting at home I received a call that would set my healing back another month. The lovely Lita called my house and told me the most gut-wrenching thing in my entire life. Lita and Matt were going to try and work out their problems and I was now left out in the cold. I promptly went into my personal weight room picked up a nice 25-pound weight and promptly hit myself in the ribs causing them to break once again, sending new waves of pain running through my body. I went out and hopped into my SUV and drove to the nearest hospital where doctors inquired how I had re-injured my ribs. I simply told them that I had gotten into a good pace lifting weights and when I brought down my right arm it slammed into my ribs, breaking them once again. When I got home I called up Vince and told him what happened and that I would need another month off; he gave it to me without a moment's hesitation.
I hung up the phone. Later that night the phone rang, I looked at the Caller ID; it was Lita's cell phone number. I just let the phone ring and after the fifth ring the answering machine picked up.
"Wayne, I'm sorry about what happened to you and between us. If you need to talk, you can call me." I went back into the kitchen and finished making my dinner, a nice thick cheeseburger and fries (for some odd reason, I had a difficult time gaining weight so I wasn't worried about getting out of shape). Two weeks went by, Lita had been calling at least three times every day. Eventually I took the answering machine's tape and went out back and set the damn thing on fire. I went back in and put in a fresh tape and no more programmed the message when Lita called once again.
"Wayne, I know your home. Pick up the damn phone and let's talk about this." That really set me off.
I picked up the cordless phone and said, "You want to talk. Okay, but I'll do the talking. You were the first woman I had loved in years and you knew that. And you still dropped me like a sack of shit with a fucking phone call. Quit calling my house and leave me the hell alone." I slammed the phone back down onto its base. Almost instantly the phone started ringing, it was Lita once again. This time I just let it ring.
The machine picked up once again. "So you want to play things like that?" Lita said. "Well, the entire time you and I were together, I was still fucking Matt." That one set me off. I grabbed the phone and slammed it and the answering machine down on the floor and proceeded to stomp the living shit out them. I ate a lite dinner and went to bed, the phone (in the bedroom) rang twice in the middle of the night, but I just turned over and went back to sleep.
A month later, I was sitting in front of the television nursing a wine cooler (though I didn't drink very often) when there was knocking at my door. I set the wine cooler down and went over to the door and looked through the peephole. Standing outside in the heat was Stacy Keibler, her clothes had started to darken and stick to her as she sweated more and more. I opened the door and Stacy rushed right in.
"Damn, it's hot out there today." She said. Soon the air conditioning started to have it's effect on her body and she came over and gave me a hug, which I gave back (since she was close to my height I didn't have to bend down in order to hug her). "How have you been Wayne?"
"Alright." I said. "But I am having a problem with something though."
"Lita. I already know. Trish really wanted to fly down here as soon as she heard, but Vince wouldn't let her."
"Then how come you're down here?" I asked.
"I had an appearance to do not to far from here, so I figured that I'd come and check up on you. No one has heard from you, and some of the guys, and girls, were starting to get worried. Besides, Trish bugged me until I promised her that I'd check up on you." I went over and sat down in my chair and started to sip on my wine cooler. "I didn't know you drank."
"I don't that often, only when I'm pissed off. This thing between Lita and I has really gotten my blood boiling."
Stacy looked a little hesitant. "May I have one?"
"If you're old enough." I replied. She just smiled and went to the refrigerator, and when she opened up the door and bent over, her already short-shorts rode up even higher showing her long tan legs, and the soft curves of her ass cheeks. Her body was absolutely divine, like an 18-year-olds.
She came back in and sat down on the couch near my chair. I pushed play on the DVD remote and up popped the last pay-per-view (I bought all of the pay-per-views). "Wayne, we really need you back now. I know that you were going to become a heel after your match with 'Taker, which would lead to you and Lita getting into a fight, but since Steve left, we don't really have any guys that can play a better good guy than you. And according to the story lines, I ditch the Dudleys and get together with you as your manager/girlfriend." Slowly she sipped on her wine cooler then she said something that surprised me. "Wayne, please don't injure yourself anymore," I snapped my head up. "We're all very concerned about you. We know that you injured yourself on purpose because of Lita, Vince was going to order you to a shrink, but I talked him out of it. Wayne, if you want, I'll be your new girlfriend." I almost choked on my wine cooler.
After I settled down a bit I replied, "That can't happen."
"Why?" She asked. "Do you think I'll pull a Lita and fuck someone else? I've seen the video of you and Torrie. I know how good you are at eating pussy and from the stories that I've heard from the other girls and before that bitch Lita changed her story, you're a very sensitive and caring person and I've never been able to find a man that's any good in any of those categories. You are a very sweet and handsome guy and you didn't deserve what happened to you, but that's all in the past now." To be honest our little talk was starting to get me worked up, but I kept my distance. Stacy polished off the rest of her wine cooler, bent down and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "I've got to go, but I'll be back in about a half hour."
I was a little confused. "Why?" I asked.
"I don't have to be back for two days, so Vince wanted me to bunk in with you, just to make sure you don't do anything bad to yourself, again."
"Okay." I said. "Go get your stuff and I'll clean up a room for you." Stacy just gave me a smile and left, while I hustled around the house trying to clean up. Promptly at 5:30, Stacy pulled up in her rental and I immediately rushed out to help her carry what little baggage she had inside.
"I didn't really have the time to clean out the spare bedroom, so I figured that you can sleep in my bedroom and I'll sleep in the recliner." I said.
"No, this is your house; you can sleep wherever you want to sleep." As we entered my bedroom I lay her suitcase down one of the dressers. "Besides the bed looks about big enough for the both of us."
I sighed and shook my head. "Thanks for the offer, but to be honest I...I...just want to sleep alone in my recliner."
